028 [audio] [backdated to this morning]
[There's a muffled click, and the comm starts broadcasting in the middle of a pained hiss.]
I think I'm laying on my--rrgh.
Dear Mar, you're heavy.
[There's a pause, the rustle and creak of someone rolling over, then Razer chuckles.]
Good morning?
[A low groan--from a very distinctly different voice--muffled. Most likely through a pillow. The other man's accent is rather unique as well, somewhere between British and something else. Anyone from Razer's world would call it Noble. A select few would call it Aeropan.]
Makers would you shut up?
[Another creak, and now Razer's voice comes in loud and clear.]
Not my favorite thing to do, but--
...Oh my. One would almost think that were inten--
[Click.]
I think I'm laying on my--rrgh.
Dear Mar, you're heavy.
[There's a pause, the rustle and creak of someone rolling over, then Razer chuckles.]
Good morning?
[A low groan--from a very distinctly different voice--muffled. Most likely through a pillow. The other man's accent is rather unique as well, somewhere between British and something else. Anyone from Razer's world would call it Noble. A select few would call it Aeropan.]
Makers would you shut up?
[Another creak, and now Razer's voice comes in loud and clear.]
Not my favorite thing to do, but--
...Oh my. One would almost think that were inten--
[Click.]